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“It doesn’t work like that,” Andrei said, his voice still low, quiet, but with a subtle gentleness that came easier, somehow, in the darkness. Pausing, he then put an arm around her, sitting closer to her huddled form. “It was just a dream,” he said once more.
Obviously he didn’t know what had happened to Juliet’s mother, but he knew Juliet well enough to know when she was blaming herself for things, even if they were completely out of her control. “There wasn’t anything you could have done,” he said. “Nor are you to blame. No child is.”
🌹*╱ ❝ i know ... i know it doesn’t. ❞ feeling his arm around her, the touch-starved girl flinches out of old habit. she moves closer to him as well, allowing her head to rest upon his shoulder. a moment of comfortable silence stretches between them before she finds it in herself to speak again. ❝ andrei ... i am so sorry i woke you up with this. really, i am. i just ❞ the volume of her words plummets to barely a whisper. ❝ i d-didn’t want to be alone. ❞
after such a dream, juliet often sat alone with her guilt & her sadness. her guilt was a subtle burden she carried even when she was not asleep. it is a testament to their friendship just how quickly he is able to pick it out. ❝ ... her sickness only came back when she was pregnant with me & it only got worse once i was born. ❞ she murmured bitterly. ❝ how am i not to blame for that ? ❞





